nd before the scrimmage is well formed
the McGill stone wall is broken, and Campbell is boring through it with
the bat, gaining a good ten feet and by a quick re-form ten more.

"Man, man, take heed. Yon's a dangerous game, I'm thinking," murmurs
Shock's mother anxiously, to the amazed amusement of Lloyd, who
replies, "Why, Mrs. Macgregor, you seem to know the game as well as the
rest of us."

"Ay, Hamish has often showed me the working of the screw, and it is not
to be depended upon in a place like yon."

The 'Varsity team breathe freely again and go in with new vim, while
McGill settles down on the ball to recover steadiness.

But the 'Varsity captain has seen the screw work and resolves to try it
again. Once more he move Shock to the wing, signals to the quarters,
and again the Montreal stone wall is demoralised. But instead of
Campbell boring over the prostrate form of his big centre with the ball
the McGill captain, securing it, passes to Carroll, his quarter, who
dashing off as a feint to the right, passes far across the field to
Bunch on the left.

Bunch as usual is in his place, catches beautifully and is off down the
field like a whirlwind, dodging one, knocking off another, running
round a third, till between him and the goal line he has only the half
back, Martin, and the full.

The McGill people go wild again. "Bunch! Bunch!" they yell frantically,
crowding down the line after him. "He's in! He's in!"

But not yet. Red Pepper is swiftly bearing down upon him, and as he
comes within reach springs at him. But the wily Bunch has learned to
measure that long reach, and dodging back sharply, he slips round
Pepper and makes for the line ten yards away.

A long groan goes up from the 'Varsity support, while from a hundred
McGill throats rises the cry again--"He's in! He's in! A touch! A
touch!"

But close upon him, and gaining at every foot, is The Don, the fleetest
man in the 'Varsity team. For half a second it looks as if Bunch must
make the line, but within three yards of the goal, and just as he is
about to throw himself toward it, Balfour shoots out his arm, grasps
his enemy by the back of the neck, and turning round, hurls him back
with terrific force to the ground and clambers on top of him. It is a
fierce tackle, giving great satisfaction to all the 'Varsity
supporters, but to none more than to Mrs. Macgregor, who, as she sees
the unfortunate Bunch hurled to earth, exclaims with quiet
satisfacti